Epilogue
Two months later.
Lucian had meant to kiss her slow and easy, to build the fire burning between them. The second his lips touched hers all thoughts of slow and easy evaporated. They spent the better part of the last six days in bed learning everything about one another, and he was a fast study.
Rousing her from a light slumber, he kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue between her tender lips, and then trailed his way down her body, taking care of the tight peaks of her breasts, knowing she liked that most.
She rolled onto her back with a tiny moan that made him growl and his shaft harden between them. “Sweetheart, you kill me softly every second you’re with me.” And she did. Slew him with her gentleness. Drove back the dark until all he could see was the light. Tamed his beast until the heat was bearable once again. He no longer thought about what he’d lost with Kamara. Rhia and his blood brothers were all he needed.
For a dead man living as a crime lord that said a lot.
She was a hidden blessing he didn’t know he needed until she was there, bringing him back from the edge with her love, understanding, and light.
“You’re thinking too much.” She cupped his face and brought him to her until he leaned his weight over her delicate body.
He kneeled between her thighs, spreading them wide.
Cock in hand, he dragged the thick head through her sweet juices. “Watch me take you. Watch me sink into you.” His blood brothers had all gone to the club tonight, leaving him alone with their woman and he planned on using every single hour to worship her body. And then when they returned all four of them would do it all over again.
She gasped as the sides of her pussy flared open, accepting his wide girth.
He withdrew until only the head of his cock remained sheathed in her tight entrance, pulling a shudder from her. Moaning, she drove her hands into the loose curls of her luscious hair spilled over the white satin pillow. She was an angel. His angel.
“Lucian, please,” she begged and he loved her even more at that moment. The urge to feed her pussy every last drop of his seed, to claim her burned deep. He drove back in and pulled out, all the sweet melody of her cries of passion driving him. Months had passed and their injuries were healed. Nightmares of losing Rhia came and went. Some pain was left over. Muscles ached a little more than he remembered but her sweet kisses drove all the nastiness away.
“Again.” She pleaded in a soft, melodic voice and it was music to his soul.
“Say it again. Tell me what you want.”
Her nails dug into his skin, and he savored the sweet pain.
“You. I want you. Deep in me, Lucian.”
That he could do.
His orgasm sat at the base of his spine. One more clench of her tight, rose-petal soft walls around his cock and he would lose his load. He steeled his control. Not yet.
He pulled back, tightened his finger around her hips, and drove forward. She arched and clawed the sheets. Tightened her hold and moaned so low he felt it in his balls.
“Again. Again, please.”
He didn’t know what it was about this woman that made her every plea a command he wanted to follow. No one had ever controlled him so effortlessly.
Her pretty lashes fluttered open as he pulled her closer, his cock snuggly cradled by her body. He pumped twice. No more. He was too close. She kept him on the edge. Too close. Then again, he loved the thrill and challenge her body demanded from him.
He flipped her, sinking into the hot, tight sheath of her body once again.
He buried his hand in her hair and tugged until her neck was exposed. With her back pressed against his front, he wrapped an arm around her middle to balance them.
“Lucian!” She gasped as he sank his teeth into her tender flesh. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to remind her she belonged to him.
Mine.
Shallow thrust after shallow thrust, he built her up until her breathing came ragged and uncontrolled.
“You’re tightening around my cock. Does my lovely Rhia want to come?” he asked a question he already knew the answer to because he’d grown addicted to the sound of her voice in the throes of passion.
“Yes, please, God, yes!”